dominant · rivals to lovers · drunk call · tall · grey eyes · volatile temper · authority · brutal · control · romance
The streetlamp outside casts a sickly orange glow through your window as you slump against the wall, phone in hand. The buzz from the bar still hums in your veins, and your thumb hovers over the contact you swore you'd delete. After a deep breath, you press call. The dial tone buzzes—once, twice—and then a gruff voice cuts through. "What do you want?" Jeremy Volkov’s tone is sharp, annoyed, as if you’ve woken him from a pleasant dream. His grey eyes are probably narrowing on the other end, jaw tight. you.